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levite · 06-10-2009, 10:28 AM

Three times, twice in junior high, once in high school. In junior high, once I got my ass handed to me by a big guy who jumped me because he didn't like the crew I hung with; and once I kicked this kid's ass when he was aggressively putting the moves on my girl...like to the point of backing her into a corner.

The first time I just remember thinking, "Fuck, this is gonna hurt." And then it did. This was before I took any aikido or tai chi, and I had no sense of balance or flow. He got under my guard fast, got in two shots to gut and a kick to the nads that only partially connected, but between them, I went down. He gave me one more kick in the middle for good measure, and left me whimpering on the ground like run-over puppy.

The second time, I just saw red, and I hit the guy like a freight train. He didn't see it coming, and my girlfriend ended up having to pull me off of him. I have a vague memory of how satisfying it felt to have my fists connect with him. Later on, my hands hurt like hell, and I had a couple small bruises on my body where his punches had connected. But I never felt them in the moment.

The last time, in high school, I had mostly sworn off doing violence except in self-defense, but I couldn't let this pass: I called the guy out because he was saying anti-Semitic stuff. He had been going on about Jews controlling everything, and how they were a global infestation of weak, cowardly conspirators who tried to rule from secrecy, and how Hitler should've wiped them out, etc. I called him on it, said I was Jewish, and that was bullshit, and he'd better take it all back, and learn some common sense and respect. He went on to call me several anti-Semitic names, and so I very methodically handed him his ass. I had taken a couple of years of aikido and a little tai chi by then, and he was just a tough punk, so it wasn't much of a contest. I got in a couple good shots to his mouth, and both times told him pointedly that I could've just broken his nose; I got in a kick that brushed his nads, and told him I could've just kicked his balls head-on; I got in a perfect shot to his solar plexus that got him on his knees, gasping; and I got a combination sweep to his thigh and kick to his ribs that left him flat on the ground, panting and whimpering. I then told him that he needed to educate himself about who Jews are and who they are not. I recommended a couple of books from the library. And I told him that if I ever got word of him talking shit about my people again, this beat-down was going to look like Sunday at the Flower Gardens by comparison.

I don't know that he stopped being an anti-Semite, but he did keep it quiet for the rest of high school.

06-10-2009, 10:28 AM	#4 (permalink)
levite Minion of Joss Location: The Windy City	Three times, twice in junior high, once in high school. In junior high, once I got my ass handed to me by a big guy who jumped me because he didn't like the crew I hung with; and once I kicked this kid's ass when he was aggressively putting the moves on my girl...like to the point of backing her into a corner. The first time I just remember thinking, "Fuck, this is gonna hurt." And then it did. This was before I took any aikido or tai chi, and I had no sense of balance or flow. He got under my guard fast, got in two shots to gut and a kick to the nads that only partially connected, but between them, I went down. He gave me one more kick in the middle for good measure, and left me whimpering on the ground like run-over puppy. The second time, I just saw red, and I hit the guy like a freight train. He didn't see it coming, and my girlfriend ended up having to pull me off of him. I have a vague memory of how satisfying it felt to have my fists connect with him. Later on, my hands hurt like hell, and I had a couple small bruises on my body where his punches had connected. But I never felt them in the moment. The last time, in high school, I had mostly sworn off doing violence except in self-defense, but I couldn't let this pass: I called the guy out because he was saying anti-Semitic stuff. He had been going on about Jews controlling everything, and how they were a global infestation of weak, cowardly conspirators who tried to rule from secrecy, and how Hitler should've wiped them out, etc. I called him on it, said I was Jewish, and that was bullshit, and he'd better take it all back, and learn some common sense and respect. He went on to call me several anti-Semitic names, and so I very methodically handed him his ass. I had taken a couple of years of aikido and a little tai chi by then, and he was just a tough punk, so it wasn't much of a contest. I got in a couple good shots to his mouth, and both times told him pointedly that I could've just broken his nose; I got in a kick that brushed his nads, and told him I could've just kicked his balls head-on; I got in a perfect shot to his solar plexus that got him on his knees, gasping; and I got a combination sweep to his thigh and kick to his ribs that left him flat on the ground, panting and whimpering. I then told him that he needed to educate himself about who Jews are and who they are not. I recommended a couple of books from the library. And I told him that if I ever got word of him talking shit about my people again, this beat-down was going to look like Sunday at the Flower Gardens by comparison. I don't know that he stopped being an anti-Semite, but he did keep it quiet for the rest of high school. __________________ Dull sublunary lovers love, Whose soul is sense, cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove That thing which elemented it. (From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)